her friend TaâMara loved. Leila coughed and wondered if there was a fire extinguisherâ
Footsteps slammed toward the kitchen, and Leila thought about running, but Samir appeared before she could take off. âIs the house on fire?â he cried.
âItâs not theâugh!â Coughing, Leila fanned the smoke away from her face. âItâs not the house!â She turned on the tap, dousing the pages while Samir slapped on the fan beneath the microwave. Then he cranked open the window.
A fire alarm started to shriek. It was directly over Leilaâs head, and seemed to be screaming inside her skull. âDo something!â
âChup kar!â Samir grabbed a broom and gave the alarm a solid whack, knocking it to the floor, where it died with a squawk. He looked up at Leila. âI did not even know we had that thing.â
Gingerly, Leila pulled her hands away from her ears.The smoke had finally died down, and Leila turned off the tap. The book lay in the sink, soggy, but otherwise undamaged.
âOh,â Leila whispered. She picked up the book.
It hadnât burned. She opened it. The ink hadnât run under the water.
In fact, there was a new sentence: You couldnât see the damage that the fire had caused, but it was there.
She slammed it shut.
âWhatâs that?â Samir asked, looking at the wet book. Then he looked at Leilaâs face. âAre you all right? You lookââ
âWhatâs going on?â Babar Taya burst into the kitchen, followed by his wife and a very irritated-looking Rabeea. Everyone was in their pajamas, but Jamila Tai had pulled a jacket on over her sleepwear. âIs everyone all right?â
Wali pranced in shouting, âWhat was that? Kya ho raha hai? What is the smell?â
A drop of water dripped from the book onto Leilaâs little toe.
âLeila just burned some toast,â Samir explained. âDid you know that we had aââ He gestured to the smokedetector. âDid you know that it works?â
âIt doesnât look like it works anymore,â Rabeea said, eyeing the smashed pieces on the floor.
âOf course we have a smoke detector,â Jamila Tai put in. âI had Chirragh install it.â
âWhy?â Rabeea asked. âThe house is concrete.â
âBecause your father and I lived in Connecticut for two years, and everyone in the United States has a fire alarm,â Jamila Tai replied. âTheyâre positively pathological about reminding you to check the batteriesâI never broke the habit. Leila, if you would like some toast, Iâd be happy to make you some.â
Leila glanced at Samir. His permanently cocked eyebrow lifted slightly, and he nodded.
âYes,â she said slowly, sinking into a chair. âThank you so much.â
âIâm going back to bed,â Rabeea announced. Nobody tried to stop her.
Wali climbed into the chair beside hers. âHalvah poori!â As usual, everyone ignored him as they bustled around. Babar Taya began measuring coffee and Jamila Tai asked if anyone else was in the mood for roti. Thenshe shouted for Chirragh, who limped in wearing his signature glare.
Silently, Samir placed a glass of orange juice in front of Leila. She looked up at him, and he smiled gently. The damp book sat in her lap, and Samir glanced down at it. He didnât mention it.
You couldnât see the damage that the fire had caused, but it was there.
The sentence was burned into Leilaâs mind. She tightened her grip on the book.
It had only just dawned on her to wonder what the book might want from her.
After lunch, Jamila Tai had asked Leila if she wanted to buy any trinketsâthatâs how she put it, âtrinketsââfor friends or family while she was visiting Pakistan. Nadia had asked for purple khusas , size 5, and Leila wanted some bangles for TaâMara, so she said yes. Rabeea announced that she
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